As Jessie was masturbating Bryce’s hard cock she looked in fascination at the big shiny knob on the end of the shaft. It always seemed just so inter...sting to watch it grow and swell up out of the foreskin in to one massive ramming pole head. Bryce’s glans penis had started off so small and innocent looking but was now one commanding prick. It looked just ever so tight and shiny with little dribbles of pre-cum oozing out of the little hole.At one point Jessie slowed her hand movement down to a. .. maybe even dreaming a bit ... that she might do it a third time on this trip, perhaps ... and that it might be even better than the last time.Monica had engaged in sex only once, at a family reunion, with one of her cousins. They'd been caught in flagrante delicto, a term she got to know in Latin class, and she was sent to St. Clementine's as a result. She could still remember the sweet feelings that had been about to wash over her, and which were so abruptly destroyed by the adults one of. I was crying now and only my anger and emotions kept me from coming as I watched her quiver and moan through a climax as I grabbed her by the hair and nearly yelled in her ear, “you’re a fucking slut…you had to go give your nasty pussy to Mr. Mitchell… you let him fuck you didn’t you?” My cock prodded hard into her cervix to punctuate my sermon at regular intervals. I thought of how even at her age, my mom is still a nasty slut and she was proving it by the way she was enjoying me grudge. Grand River, the street, was mostly west but southish.When the French laid it out, Detroit was kind of little so downtown had more spokes. When the British took over they followed British practice ... the roads they laid out followed the river and the cross streets were perpendiculars to the river.That meant that there were a lot of pie shaped buildings near the French streets. Pie shaped buildings near main thoroughfares meant a lot of traffic lights because pie shaped buildings take advantage.